With the temperatures as cold as they are, Lake Meade, our local inland lake, now has a few inches of ice. Some of the braver, or more desperate, have moved their ice shanty’s in place to start fishing. I wish them a lot of luck; personally, I’m terrified of being on ice. I’ve seen too many break thru when they hit a thin spot. Still it’s nice to see the town people doing something so ….. normal. There were even a few ice-skaters out there too. It’s interesting to see the transformation going on. There are no lights for decorations, but I’m now seeing garlands of all colors going up; Wreaths on doors; cedar boughs on railings; and people walking around instead of driving. It’s looking like a Currier & Ives Christmas card!
Thinking of breaking thru ice reminded me of a story I read years ago, At Home In The Woods, where the young wife ice-skated to town down the frozen river. She would carry a long tree sapling with her just in case she fell thru the ice; the pole would catch on the edges and she wouldn’t sink. Yikes! That gave me shivers up my spine then and it still does!